Chapter 18 - The First DanceOne year after Margaret's arrest, Ethan organized a private celebration.
No reporters.
No lawyers.
No cameras.
Only friends.
Music filled the garden.
Ava wore a simple ivory dress.
Ethan offered his hand.
"Dance with me?"
She laughed.
"You know I can't dance like I used to."
"I don't care."
They moved slowly beneath the lights.
For a moment, there was no courtroom.
No crash.
No wheelchair.
No Margaret.
Only two people who had almost lost everything.
Ava rested her head against Ethan's chest.
"We made it."
He whispered:
"We're still making it."
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And that was better.
Because their story wasn't finished.
